Last night my wife and I were sitting in the den and I said to her, 'I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine and fluids from a bottle to keep me alive. That would be no quality of life at all, If that ever happens, just pull the plug.'

/My first thought was, he lied in every word,
That hoary cripple, with malicious eye
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...... And yet
Dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set,
And blew. ``Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came.''

So this piece of string walks into a bar and sits on the barstool and orders a daquiri. The bartender leans over the bar and says "We don't serve your kind here. Move along". The next day the string walks into the same bar and orders a daquiri. The bartender says "I told you, we don't serve your kind here." The next day the string walks into the same bar and orders a daquiri. The bartender is really mad and says "I told you, we don't serve your kind, now leave!" The string walks out the door, tumbles himself around on the ground, twists himself up and saunters back into the bar and orders a daquiri. The bartender is beside himself with rage and says "I told you over and over we don't serve string, and you're a piece of string!" To which the string pipes up and answers "I'm a frayed knot."